the funeral

found this in an old high school literary magazine that I edited (May 1981) ... had to post it! How dramatic was I?

the trap was sprung
and I ... (all unaware)
was caught.

      caught!

I, who would be so free

wild running

gets you nowhere in the end

and the end of nowhere

is where I am

or ... where I am not

all roads lead out

and even nowhere is somewhere

if you're there

it is the last teardrop

of a broken heart

and the living and dying

between a question

    and its answer

a soul is fed on loving and feeling

not iron.

welcome to my funeral

 

Author's Note

I can't for the life of me remember what I was thinking when I wrote this ...